❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XIII. A TEENAGE ARMY
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"Overanalyzed it, front, back, and beside it
Where else can we go?"
HARRY POTTER WAS DESPERATE TO believe that he hated the idea of borrowing someone's heart, for to him, the term 'borrowing' was not the least bit true or near to holding the heart of someone that you should hold dear.
In all his life, truthfully, he never thought he would ever have an instance where 'borrowing' someone's heart was even remotely possible. It sounded odd to his ears ever since he had heard the prospect of it; borrowing a heart... what was that even supposed to mean? He didn't understand. He thought it was ridiculous, for how could someone's heart be borrowed?
...that was, of course, until he, himself had his heart borrowed.
All right, perhaps saying that he got his heart borrowed would be too much of an overdramatise version of what it really is... maybe even inaccurate in a way. He lent his heart to someone. He gave his heart to them and when it was supposed to be brought back to him, it never really did.
It was weird in a way. Harry didn't know the mere prospect of love; the Dursleys never gave him an ounce of theirs. They never stop conveying their hatred towards him. He didn't think he had ever done anything wrong — all his life, all he remembered was them. They had been all he knew the first eleven years of his life. It wasn't like he had his parents seeing as they're dead and all. So, they were all he had back then.
But they made it clear: He never deserved love.
So, love kind of sounded ridiculous to him until he met Ron and Hermione. It was only then that he realised that maybe the world wasn't so dark and cruel — albeit, he did sometimes find it odd the way they live life. But he accepted it eventually, for there was nothing odder than when he had laid eyes on the redheaded girl in the common room when he was in his first year.
He remembered himself simply needing to stop and just bask in her glory; she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen — and yes, he wasn't going to listen to Ron saying "I won't say she's the most beautiful," because then he'll have to argue with Ron and he hated arguing with Ron. It wasn't long after that he learnt her name.
Her name was Marjorie Evermore.
It was befitting for someone as enchanting as her, he guess. And during that moment, after he had heard her name, she had been engraved in his mind, make him reel in joy.
Since then, he realised what it mean to lend someone your heart, to share your thoughts, dreams, and even fears with another person that was not either Ron or Hermione. It was a vulnerability he never thought he would willingly expose, yet Marjorie became the keeper of his innermost feelings without even trying.
